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The two of us remain silent. A hush descends over the crowd. “King Rasmus.” Harald addresses me directly before turning to Leda “Adelaide” he smiles indulgently as she scrunches her nose up. “Will you take Adelaide to be your wife? Will you take King Rasmus to be your husband? Will you love each other, comfort each other honour and protect each other, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to each other as long as you both shall live?” “We will” Leda and I respond simultaneously. I catch Leda smile at me from the corner of my eye and I reach out to squeeze her hand. Harald coughs and I retract my hand quickly. He nods. The crowd titters. “I understand you have your own vows? King Rasmus if you would like to read yours first?” I take a deep breath and turn to look at Leda. She smiles at me and reaches out to hold my hand. Harald coughs and she tuts at him, shooting him a glare. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a smile; giving up, just like that! “Leda” I whisper. She squ
RASMUS POV Ten years. It passed in the blink of an eye. Leda took to the role of queen like a duck to water, not that anyone but her ever had any doubt. She still hasn't opened her own bakery and she's still got an unhealthy obsession with Greggs pastries. She took her knowledge and skills from the university and got a degree in psychology. She's been helping with those vampires who struggle with their rebirth. She's still the most perfect creature in existence. The biggest obstacle we've had to overcome has been the 'council'. Because Leda was right, of course. Some of the council ‘men’ – I sneer at the thought – seemed to assume that Leda would be a queen similar to Carlotta. It started with inappropriate comments. I thought I’d shut them down well enough but then Orm decided to corner Leda after a meeting. I grit my teeth as I walk along.
(THIS CHAPTER TAKES PLACE TWELVE YEARS AFTER CHAPTER 61) LEDA POV Rasmus calmly walks through the door to the suite, and I look at him, annoyed. “Why do I let you do this to me?!” I huff, as I bounce on a medicine ball. He grins “Mmm.” He pretends to consider the question as he stalks over to me “Because you love me” he announces confidently. He places his hands on my cheeks and turns my head up towards him; pecking me gently on the lips. I narrow my eyes at him, as he saunters back over to the other side of the room. He looks back at me, notices the look on my face, and gives me a smug, triumphant grin. “Less and less by the second” I tell him, bouncing harder He laughs “Funny. I seem to remember you saying something awfully similar last time.” he settles on the armchair’s arm. I flinch as a pang hits me and I grip hold of the back of the dresser chair next to me. “Breathe, min lille tærtebund, breathe.” Rasmus looks worried, but I grin – well, probably more gr
Fuck! I looked down at the front of my shopping cart. It was nestled neatly into someone’s groin. He’d just appeared round the corner and stopped right in my way, so technically it wasn’t my fault, but still, acid humiliation started burning my insides. He made a half cough, half retching noise and I glanced up, taking a deep breath. He was bent over slightly due to the impact of my groin invasion, dark golden locks flopped over his forehead, whisky eyes swirling with shades of amber and honey. His camel-coloured topcoat was close fitting, and I got the distinct impression it was hiding some impressive muscles. Especially if those thighs trying to escape that expensive Tom Ford suit were anything to go by. I started getting hot under the collar. His knuckles turned white as he gripped onto the cart's metal frame and I stared hard at him, tilting my head slightly to the side. Shit, I just ruined his chances of reproducing. I should apologise, not just stare like some simpleton. Chri
“MMM” I moaned in satisfaction as my orgasm subsided. As I came back into the room from my carnal haze, I became distinctly aware of the sound of sloshing liquid and realised I'd tipped the wine from my cup. I giggled and pulled myself upright on the huge wooden throne decorated in red velvet. I looked down at Aksel, still busy lapping at me like a cat who got the cream. I sighed, he was handsome...but worthless. I reached down and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up toward me, his arms moved from under my skirts to hold himself up on the arms of my throne. We were nose to nose, and I felt Aksel purse his lips and move toward me for a kiss. I swiftly snapped his neck to the side and sank my fangs into his neck, draining him of his lifeblood. Now he was worthless. “My Queen” I sighed, bored, and looked up to see Magnus approaching. He glanced over at Aksel’s dead body and gestured for the servants to dispose of it. “What is it Magnus?” I threw myself back into the throne, s
“Yes, understood. Thank you” I hung up the call and threw the mobile onto my bed, sighing. Of all the advancements made in the last century, mobile phones have got to be the worst. I hated the sense of obligate availability. It used to be that people would have to line up for my time, but I was a prince no longer. No, now I had real problems.I snorted, that availability Lars didn’t seem to have. I’d called him 3 times since my latest meeting and he still hadn’t responded. Anyone else I’d be furious, but I trusted Lars with my life. I chuckled to myself again. Perhaps that wasn’t the best phrase for the man who turned me into the monster I am? I can’t fault him though. Bragi had claimed to be the local doctor. When I’d been struck down on that ill fated hunting trip, Lars had searched for someone to heal me. Maybe he just couldn’t stand to lose another to the pox? At any rate, Bragi had asserted that he could save me. I don’t think anyone could have dreamed up the method he used. A
THWACK!That was a good one, I was proud I’d got up early just for that jab. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. Dr Vanum’s potential diagnosis yesterday had thrown me, so after a restless night, I’d decided to haul my butt to the gym. I might be exhausted, but throwing one punch at a time, picturing His face on the bag...it was good therapy. My phone alarm started going and I paused. I hadn’t realised I’d been here so long. But if I wanted to be at work on time, then I better wrap up now. I collected my things and headed to the changing rooms for a shower. I hated changing room showers, why can’t you just turn them on then off? None of this stopping part way through and suffering the cold blast at the start of every fresh stream. I shuddered as I soaped myself up and prepared myself for the arctic rush. Once done, I wrapped myself in my huge towel, grateful I’d brought the fluffiest one with me. I slipped on my towelling slippers – no one wants whatever is on this floor. I exited the gym in r
“AHH!”I momentarily paused bouncing on Erik’s cock to appreciate my orgasm. His hands moved from supporting him on the bed, to my hips and he took one of my nipples into his warm mouth. The door slammed open and heavy footsteps entered the room without permission. This could only be Magnus, no one else would dare enter the room without permission. Especially when I was...otherwise engaged. Erik flipped me over, covering me with his body. A reflexive action to protect his queen; he’s a good boy.“Get out boy!” Magnus growled, eyes flashing crimson, huge moustache fluttering. Erik hopped off me and I fleetingly missed his warmth. He gathered his clothing and scuttled from the room, the door closing heavily behind him. I threw my hand over my eyes and laughed. “What’s got your moustache in a twist Magnus? I was enjoying myself”“My Queen, you can enjoy yourself later – the chosen one has been found!”“HVAD?! HVORNÅR? HVOR?! HVORDAN?!” I slipped into my native tongue.“Somewhere in L